

embers XXIIIIn the car, we argue.embers XXIII
"You look a little peaked," Luz says. He has squeezed into the middle seat next to me as I drive. It makes shifting difficult, with his legs all over the place, but I can't say I mind when he leans on my shoulder to brush his lips down my neck.
"Huh?" I say, distracted from his words by the honey of his voice.
"Hungry."
"I'm not."
He nips at my ear, making me squirm. "I can tell," he says. "I think I know better than you do. Which is amusing."
"You're not a meal," I say. "I don't want the lines between what you are and what you aren't to get bl
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No one begins to truly search for the way until their parents have failed them, their gods are dead, and their tools have shattered in their hand.
Gotta agree with your signature...
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"As if that blind rage has washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, I that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. - Albert Camus
i like your stories.
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write some more lovely stories plz
keep up the good work.
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Pico
I will definitely check out your poetry this weekend, but I warn you that I'm not very nice.
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